This was a tactic many would choose, using faith to shake the foundation of the Jade Emperor.

"Go into more details!" Lin Fang gestured for the Little Monsters to continue.

Bashan Tiger and the others then energetically talked about the recent changes.

It turned out that although the Three Realms seemed calm on the surface, undercurrents were surging. At some point, the conflict between Buddhism and Taoism had intensified in many realms of the Mortal World.

After the transcendence of the Three Pure Ones, the Daoist Sect was left without a leader. The largest branch, the Heavenly Master’s Daoism, looked up to the Jade Emperor as the guide. Therefore, this so-called conflict between Buddhism and Taoism was actually a covert struggle between the Heavenly Court and the Buddhist Sect.

And the focus of this struggle was actually within the title of Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Master’s Daoism regarded the Jade Emperor as the Lord of the Three Realms, the supreme Heavenly Emperor who commanded all divine spirits.

However, at some point, the Buddhist Sect started spreading the name of a divine spirit called Lord Indra, who was also titled the Heavenly Emperor commanding all divine spirits.

Those with discerning eyes knew that this was the Buddhist Sect’s deliberate move to delay the Jade Emperor’s progression since the path of the Heavenly Emperor needed the acknowledgment of All Living Beings. If faith wavered, the grand path could also deviate.

Naturally, the Jade Emperor would not give in at this critical juncture, and the resulting conflicts quickly affected every realm of the Mortal World.

The struggle of the grand path, naturally began in the Mortal World.

"It seems the Three Realms are thus fraught with troubles!"

After listening to the Little Monsters, Lin Fang could not help but exclaim.

This was merely the beginning, and as time went on, with causation entangling, countless cultivators would become involved in what was a major calamity of the Three Realms.

"All Living Beings suffer so much," Mr. Mo also sighed.

No matter who won or lost, the beings of the Three Realms were inevitably caught in this vortex, unable to extricate themselves. Powerful struggles, merely creating ripples, could lead them to face death.

But it was precisely these seemingly insignificant lives that showed the most resilient side. Regardless of sea changes or shifts of sun and moon, as long as a seed remained, in no long time, they would spread across Heaven and Earth.

"What should we do?" Several Little Monsters eagerly looked up at Lin Fang.

This era made them restless, wanting to wander in the Mortal World.

Lin Fang, however, glanced at them and said impatiently, "What to do? Just chill here. All of you stay put and don’t go anywhere."

At these words, Bashan Tiger suddenly deflated and exclaimed, "Ah!"

"What ’ah’? Now when the situation is unclear, rushing in blindly is like inviting karma to strike, leading to death and dissolution. Tell everyone not to go to the Mortal World on their own. Just practice cultivation properly. There will be time for intervention," Lin Fang said sternly after giving them a stern look.

The Little Monsters, naturally not daring to defy Lin Fang, could only reluctantly leave.

"Really a bunch of troublemakers," Lin Fang sighed softly as he watched their disheartened figures fade away.

He, of course, knew that these few mischievous ones couldn’t be solely blamed. Nowadays, with the Three Realms in turmoil and causation entangling, it became difficult for cultivators to remain tranquil, easily falling victim to worldly desires and thus into calamity.

Only those who could See the Mind and Understand the Nature, unaffected by the tide, could maintain calm and preserve themselves in this great calamity.

Lin Fang was relieved that he had not relaxed his practice of cultivation, lest he also be frustrated and urgently wish to go to the Mortal World to clear his mind.

"Even though I am stationed in Luzhou in the North and hidden within the Demon Realm, I am still affected by it," Mr. Mo looked up toward the distance and said softly.

His eyes seemed to traverse endless space as he saw the cultivators far beyond Luzhou in the North.

In Dongsheng Shenzhou, within a realm named Ning, a revolution had quietly begun.

With the last Emperor’s adverse policies, the whole realm was on the brink of utmost peril, like a keg of gunpowder that could ignite at any moment.

Meanwhile, when a Buddhist monk managed to gain the Emperor’s trust and become the State Preceptor, the situation of the entire country began to change in an ominous way.

After all, Daoism had always been the state religion in this realm, and all previous State Preceptors had been members of the Daoist Sect.

This time, however, the gravely ill King had unilaterally chosen a disciple of the Buddhist Sect.

The Qingning Temple in the capital city was a famous Daoist temple, where all previous State Preceptors practiced their cultivation, enjoyed great popularity, and the main hall worshiped the Founder of the Three Pure Ones, while a smaller temple housed an effigy of the Jade Emperor.

For some reason, the offerings to the Jade Emperor had become more magnificent, while those to the Three Pure Ones had significantly diminished.

One day, a Daoist boy hurried into the main hall, delivering a letter to the Daoist there.

The Daoist was a middle-aged man with an extraordinary appearance, a long beard falling to his chest, thin in stature, wearing an ordinary Daoist robe, and holding a silver horsetail whisk which shimmered dimly in the faint light – clearly a powerful magic artifact.

"Tianqing Daoist Uncle, this is the message from that Mage."

The Daoist gently waved his hand, and after the Daoist boy respectfully bowed, he slowly exited the main hall, carefully closing the door behind him.

Tianqing Daoist slowly opened the letter. His eyebrows gradually furrowed and after a long while, he sighed, flicking his horsetail whisk lightly, which caused a nearby bronze bell to ring, its sonorous peal echoing throughout the temple.

At that moment, whether they were Daoists walking within the temple or those living in huts on the mountain practicing their cultivation, all opened their eyes and began heading towards the main hall.

Once this bell was struck, it signified an issue significant enough to affect the Daoist Sect, necessitating a gathering for consultation; therefore, the Daoists who heard the bell hastened to the main hall without delay.

In no time, the previously empty main hall was now filled with Daoists.

Each stood out with a distinct stature and extraordinary demeanor, clearly different from regular Taoists. It was evident to any discerning observer that these Daoists were no ordinary people.

"Sect Leader, have you called us here for some significant issue?"

Tianqing Daoist sighed again, handed over the letter, and said, "Recently, His Majesty fell gravely ill and grew suspicious. He dismissed Brother Tianxing from the position of State Preceptor and gave it to a monk claiming to be the Golden Light Master; here is his information."

The people looked at the paper that was passed around, their expressions growing increasingly grave.

"This position of State Preceptor has traditionally been inherited within our temple since the establishment of this realm. Now, the King has gone mad and given it to someone else," one of the Daoists said, clearly agitated.

The long-standing orderly succession had made them accustomed to the State Preceptor being one of their own. They were unprepared for this change and were quite indignant.

"This Golden Light Master is up to no good!" an elderly Daoist said quietly as he examined the letter.